Fred hadn't stopped running. He was trying to lose the man chasing him, when he heard a loud crack. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, realizing that the man wasn't chasing him.

"Hermione." He said, as he turned back around. His legs carried him as fast as he could to the hallway where they had split up, and then he went down the one she had run down.

"HERMIONE! WHERE ARE YOU?" He yelled as he ran. Suddenly, his foot landed on something rounded, hurdling him to the ground, shoulder first. He grabbed his arm in pain and looked around to see what he had tripped on. His hand hit something, and he grabbed it to see what it was.

It was a stick. More specifically, 10 ¾ inches of vine wood. Fred stood up as quickly as he could and circled the hallway, looking for any other trace of Hermione.

"HERMIONE!" He called out again, hoping for some sort of response, but there was none. He stared blankly at the wall, realizing that his world was gone, taken from him, and the worst part was, he had no clue who did it.

"GET YOUR BLOODY HANDS OFF OF ME!" Hermione screeched as she tore herself away from Lucius.

"Go ahead and run, little mudblood." He encouraged her. She bolted towards the door and grabbed the handle, jumping back when the metal started to scald her hand, making Lucius chuckle.

"You really thought that I would let you go after all of that? No, we're going to have some fun, just you and me." He said as he walked closer to her. When he reached her, he lifted his hand to brush her cheek, making her flinch away. "Now now now, Granger, why so tense? I hear that you and your little husband LOVE to have fun."

"You repulse me." She said with a glare.

"Your blood heritage repulses me too, but that shouldn't stop us." He said, brushing his hand down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, making her shiver.

"Someone will come get me." She said, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"Really, now? And how will they know where you are?" He asked. Hermione reached into her pocket for her wand… only to find that it wasn't there.

"Nobody knows where you are, mudblood. And even if they did… Malfoy Manor is heavily protected by spells… and fellow Death Eaters. So, even if Potter and his gang of fools were able to find you, do you REALLY think that they would be able to break past everything?" He asked, his voice as cool as his demeanor. Hermione's head dropped. "See? It's hopeless." He said with a smile.

"Why?" Hermione whispered.

"Excuse me?" Lucius asked.

"Why did you take me?" She asked again. Lucius moved away from her and started pacing.

"This is the point, in one of those… what are they called in your world… movies, I believe, that the antagonist recites a monologue, revealing his intent, to the protagonist or the protagonist's sidekick, giving them a chance to escape that they don't take, I believe?" Lucius asked, not waiting for an answer from Hermione.

"You see, Hermione, we've had a spy in on your little pathetic excuse of a defense, the Order of the Phoenix, for quite some time. He's been telling us about every single little plan that you've come up with, including one that's supposed to happen next week, I believe." He said, trying to get a reaction out of her.

"Oh, don't play dumb. I know that you know what I'm talking about. You and your little gang of fools were going to place yourselves at some huge tourist attraction, with Sirius disguised as Harry Potter, and then fight us all off, am I right?" He asked, waiting for Hermione to answer, but she didn't.

"So, we, we being the Death Eaters, tried to think of a counter for this, because we don't want to capture Potter before the Dark Lord is back in his rightful place, and then Draco brought up your name. 'Hermione Granger probably thought up this whole thing, father.' He said to me at dinner the other night. Then, the idea hit me. You're the center of most of the great ideas, aren't you? That's the only reason Potter has been able to get so far in life, because he had you as a friend. Without you, your 'Golden Trio', as it's called, is just Potter and Weasley, two boys who can't even tie their shoelaces without getting confused." He stopped pacing and looked at her.

"They can fight for themselves. They're not idiots." She said.

"We'll see about that. For now," He said as he walked over to her slowly. "You're mine." He said, closing the gap between them and roughly pressing his lips against hers. Hermione clenched her lips and wouldn't budge them, no matter how much Lucius tried to pry them open. Finally, after what seemed like forever for Hermione, he gave up and pulled away.

"Today has been a long day. Perhaps I should give you the night to sleep before I do anything with you. I like a feisty woman." He said. Hermione glared at him, and Lucius opened the door without difficulty, and then left the room, leaving Hermione alone. She was able to get a good look at the room. Stone walls, cement floor, and a little lumpy cot lying in the farthest corner of the room, with a scratchy looking wool blanket on top of it. The mattress looked stained, with what Hermione could only assume was blood.

She grabbed the blanket off of the cot and curled up into a ball on the floor, wrapping herself in it.

"Please find me, Fred." She whispered. "I love you."

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